Samia Afra

Joined February 2021

0 stories

Bio

I'm new to this, so go easy on me.

Achievements (1)

Third Place in Gemini Season Challenge

Stories (21/0)

Girl Intercepted
(Disclaimer: This story stems from the writer’s imagination – it is the work of pure fiction. All names, places, or resemblances to true-life events are purely coincidental.)
By Samia Afra4 months ago in Fiction
Red-Light, Green-Light
Armand looks forward to his evening in the Netherland’s infamous Red-Light District. He values the multitudes of female sex workers filling the clubs and the streets looking provocative for ready-to-play tourists. Before his play date, he enters a fetish shop, Latex et Cuir, [Latex and Leather].
By Samia Afra9 months ago in Fiction
Au Lait!
Santiago hails from Barcelona, Spain – never meek or mild-mannered; he is the king of dramatic. So dramatic so, he trains to become a professional dancer daily. His skill set includes many dance styles: tango, flamenco, salsa – but his dance of choice is the Paso Doble, practiced eight-plus hours religiously with his partner, Emma. When he isn’t dancing, Santiago listens to EMO music. He loves to apply guyliner in the mirror or has his stylist use guy lights and switch up his hairstyle on the weekly.
By Samia Afra9 months ago in Fiction
A·nom·a·ly
Charles rouses at 3 am to use the bathroom and discovers white feathers on his bathroom floor. “Bizarre, I must be dreaming.” Bewildered, he walks over them, does his business, and then returns to bed.
By Samia Afra9 months ago in Fiction
Circle of Support
“Well, I wanted to do the right thing, and all, only a large school of Pacific bluefin tuna swam by, and I completely lost my shit. I took out four at once. I haven’t binged like that in … months.” Wally hunches, his fin on his forehead.
By Samia Afra10 months ago in Fiction
Come a Lit’tel Closa’
“Tooday-‘n’-Bris’tol, sev’ral-men rooobbed-a con’veni’ence-stooo’re on-Straw’berry Lane. They head’ed-nooo’rth, says-woone wyiit’ness,” a BBC Bristol TV reporter announces.
By Samia Afra10 months ago in Fiction
Chocolate Mountain
1989 PRESCOTT, Arizona STANFORD HIGH SCHOOL “Today, behind the Rec Center,” signals a buff senior. He tongues a distinctive ripped hole in his lined piece of paper. Valencia Moldono, a 14-year-old freshman cheerleader, smirks, waiting for Geometry class to end.
By Samia Afra10 months ago in Fiction
Eyes Always Watching
Willa, a prized sow, is the apple of her owner's eye. Tomorrow she hopes to win another first-place ribbon after displaying her showstopping splendor at the county fair. A loud thud awakens her from her beauty sleep. An object dropped through the barn's rooftop and landed next to her. Its fluorescent appearance and slimy texture captivate her attention. Its fragrant mixture of truffles, apples, sweet cream, and tasty spent vegetables intoxicate her soft rosy snout. The aroma is both delicious and otherworldly. She waffles before ravishing it relentlessly, only to find the tastiness grows larger and larger. She chokes, and her body falls. She trembles and writhes with pain dying within minutes of making an impulsive decision.
By Samia Afra10 months ago in Fiction
Ta Pieces
Two feisty hearts saw one another across a crowded '70s dance floor. Boogie, Oogie, Oogie. Neither chance nor luck could keep these two lookers apart. Eyes locked, arms intertwined, they spun together into a red whirl of thumping desire. A one-night stand led to several. Beep, Beep, Beep. Hooked on each other, they joined together to create a love so profound they amazed even themselves. Their two beating hearts purred aloud when their sweet baby heart arrived. Ta Pieces was their dream; they adored their baby to pieces.
By Samia Afra11 months ago in Pride
Disco Queen
Charlotte watches her idol, the renowned Darrell Kevans, perform center stage at Studio 54. He is her disco king as the music blares and colored stage lights flash off and on behind him. Soft waves, skintight pants, a see-through shirt with a hint of man fur peeking out make her temperature rise. She cuts through the crowd. Positioning herself in the first row, she moves her hips and raises her arms overhead; the music overtakes her. Her lip-glossed smile hypnotizes him on stage. He stumbles over his lyrics then winks at her. She removes her necklace, tosses her perfumed heart-shaped locket at him, and then darts from the crowd.
By Samia Afra11 months ago in Futurism
Scribble
I’m passionate about books; I love to read them, and – one day soon – I would love to write them. I read like a ravished squirrel foraging food in an endless forest. My challenge is to be more discerning when endless material is available: books, websites, social media, news feeds, headlines. Infinite choices lead to information bloat – stories of good things, bad things, all things: success-related, fear-related, sensational, news-worthy, trashy, gossipy, and the like. I’d like to change that – to add, not subtract from the literary world.
By Samia Afra11 months ago in Journal
Paper Angels
“And you, my dear, … are Most Polite.” “Ugh,” really? I received my first award in the second grade. I resented the title, returning to my chair, while Most Improved smiled at Best Penmanship and Works Well with Others laughed at Best at Sharing. Ugh! The most pleases and thank yous spoken in any given day? Please! I needed to hatch an escape plan, tunnel my way out, find any diversion from becoming a future member of the Decency Police.
By Samia Afra11 months ago in Humans